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underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. It may

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What now?

By The Crabby old Man (MF, exhib,inc,voy)

Tom rested his head against the shower wall, enjoying the feel of the hot water relaxing the mussels in his back. He still could not believe the events of the past few days. How had he reached that point? What was he going to do now? Would his relationship with his wife survive? What about the relationship with his daughter? Had this been that little minx’s plan all along?

The thought of his daughter took his mind back. She wasn’t really his daughter, she was his step daughter, but he was the only dad she had ever known. Her biological father had run off right after finding out that she was coming into the world. Tom knew her mom and became more attracted to her the more pregnant she became. He asked her out in her second trimester, and was married before she gave birth. Oh how he loved hold that small lil baby girl in his arms; his little Sue Ann.

As she grew, everyone knew she had her dad wrapped around her lil finger. Any time she did something wrong he was in charge of disciplining her. He would hold his resolve to punish her, but as soon as she gave him a bit of a pout, and batted her eye lashes, any thought of discipline was gone. And he would hold out his arm and give her a big hug.

As Sue-Ann she became more and more a tom-boy, always right at her dad’s side. Even in the garage helping him change the oil on the cars. Or digging in the back yard to plant a garden. It did not matter to her what the task was, as long as she was close to her dad. She played flag foot ball and baseball, preferring them to the things that a “girl” was supposed to be in.

He remembered one game when she got hit rather hard in the arm from a ball hit off one of her fastball pitches. She shook her arm a bit but would not let the coach take her out. When they got home he rushed her off to the shower, and he changed into some running shorts and a light tee shirt. Later that night, she came and sat in her dad’s lap with an ice bag on her arm, the burse covering most of her forearm now. All she had on was one of his old John Deer tee shirt and her little Barbie panties. As she sat there sobbing into his chest he had the strangest feelings. On one level he was the caring father, soothing his injured little girl. Then he noticed something else. As her body would jump and wiggle with her sobbing, she was rubbing right against his, now hardening, cock.

Suddenly she shifted again. This time she put a leg on each side of his hips. Then she once again rested her head on his chest. She was trying to stop crying and was in that stage where small kids suck in air and their pouting lip, Tom called it “after pout panting”. He wrapped his arms around her and was rubbing her back. This seemed to sooth her, and she hugged into him tighter. At first she pulled only her chest in tighter, but once that was as tight as she could go, she pressed forward with her hips.

Tom saw stars flash before him as he could feel her body pressing into his hardness. He knew that his blood pressure had just shot up 10 points. He was sure that she should be able to hear his heart beat as loud as he could hear it in his ears.

He kept rubbing her back, up and down nice and smooth. But he found that as he reached the bottom of her back she would thrust forward with her hips. He knew it was wrong but the feeling was so wonderful. Then he noticed that she had changed from sobbing to a heavy breathing. As he listened to her breathing he realized that it must be a genetic thing, she sounded just like her mom when . . . . . the thought hung in his head . . . . . she sounded just like her mom when he and her were having sex.

Sue-Ann was pushing harder, faster and more forceful with her hips. Her breathing increasing as she goes. There was a sound coming from the back of her throat, a whining that started growing in volume and pitch . . . and with every bucking of her hips it went up. And then there was an accompanying sound. As her hips would thrust up the whine was there, and as she pulled back there was a low moan. Each “thrust” the moan was a bit more pronounced. . . . Finally she pushed hard into him. He could feel her young pussy lips trying to wrap around his man hood, through her panties. She pushed harder, her breath stopping in her chest. He dared to look at her face. Her head had fallen back, her mouth was hanging wide open, and her eyes were rolled up in her head. As his little girl had her first orgasm. As her body convulsed in the feeling that were washing over her, Tom was suddenly aware of something else.

Her widely spread legs were kicking and then wrapping around to pull her in closer to him. Suddenly he became VERY aware of his hard cock. As she pushes in hard to him again, her pubic bone hit the underside of his swollen member just under the head. That was enough to send him over the edge. As she was coming down from her ecstasy, he was exploding into his shorts. His cock exploded one; two, three, and he thought he would be done (that was normally all that he shot off). He was aghast at his stamina when he exploded four more times. . And not little dribbles these were huge blasts that soaked his running shorts all the way through. What he did not know is that those huge blasts also soaked through his little girls panties.

After a short rest for both she jumped up, like nothing had happened, and skipped off to bed. With one parting shot of her tight ass in those barbi panties as she turned up the stairs.

Tom shook his head in the shower. He had been stroking his hard cock as he thought back to that day. The water was getting cold. He looked at his stiff cock in his right hand, a little bit of lather from the soap. “I guess that is clean enough” he laughed. As he rinsed off and got out of the shower.

Chapter 2

There was another person in the house thinking about that same event.

Sue-Ann had been laying on her bed let her mind drift back to times with her dad. She had always had a warm spot for him. As she remembered that day, and cumming for the first time ever; the warm spot moved south. Just the thought of that day still made her wet. Her fingers slowly stroking her damp pussy thru her panties. She thought of those little girl panties she was wearing. Suddenly her eye brightened and she jumped up from her bed. She ran to her dresser and pulled the bottom drawer all the way out. Would they still be there she wondered to herself?

There at the back of the dresser was a crumpled zip lock bag. As she pulled it out it unfolded. The image of her little barbi panties came into view. As she opened up the bag the smell took her back to that day.

She had not been hurting really as much as her dad thought. In addition to getting hit on the arm with the ball, a runner had kicked her upper thigh when she tried to tag him out at home. One of her team mother’s had taken her back to the locker room to look at her leg. She dutifully pulled her pants off for the lady to look at. As Mrs., Jolly looked at the red area, she tried to sooth it with a gentle rubbing. Her rubbing went higher and higher until she was rubbing the elastic of the leg opening of Sue-Ann’s panties. Sue-Ann did not say anything and let her continue. She felt herself becoming aroused. But before it could go on, someone came in to the room to see how things were going; they really needed Sue-Ann on the mound.

When she got home and went into the showers she tried to continue what Mrs. Jolly had been doing, but when she did it, it did not feel as good. She got out of the shower and dried off. Looking in the mirror at her bused arm, and the inside of her thigh. All the burses down on her shins. She looked like she had been in a fight with someone. But as she looked she also notices how shapely her legs were, and how tight her ass was. She picked up her Barbi panties that she had had on at the game, intending on tossing them in the hamper. As she picked them up a heavy smell hit her nose. It was not sweat smell, or even the smell that you might expect from a piece of clothing worn across ones butt. That was a different smell, not a bad smell . . . in fact it was not really a good smell either. It was just a different smell. She lifted the panties up to investigate and saw that the crotch in the middle was wet. As she felt of the wetness. The panties almost sliding through her fingers. She lifted her fingers off the panties and brought them closer to her face to investigate this new slippery substance. As she got about two inches from her face, the smell hit her nose again, only ten times stronger. This time as her mind registered that here was a smell; her body identified it as something arousing. She felt her little nipple pucker up tight as fast as if she had walked naked into the snow. Then she felt something wet drip down the inside of her left leg. At first she figured she just had not dried there well enough. As she reached down to scratch at where it tickled her, she again felt the slippery juice.. “Oh my god it is me!” She thought to herself. She ran her fingers higher to the source of that trickle of liquid. Her slit was wide open, very hot to her touch, and a steady flow of liquid coated her parted lips.

As her finger slipped up her tiny slit, she hit the lil man in a boat at the top. As soon as her finger hit that magic button her knees gave way under her. As she tried to catch herself on the counter, she dropped the panties on the top. She managed to safely drop to her knees on the soft bathroom rug. She leaned forward to try and stop her head from spinning. As she did her nose went right into the crotch of those damp panties. .with her first deep breath the fragrance hit her senses again. As her mind conquered up unimagined passion for her body, her hand went back to work on her pussy. She opened her mouth to yell out in passion, but did not want to disturb others in the house. She did the first thing she could think of, and grabbed the panties and held them over her mouth. Now in addition to the smell of heated pussy, the taste flooded her taste buds. This time the orgasm hit her as hard or harder than the first. She had to only fall a bit more before she was lying on her back in a quivering mass of teen age woman, in the glow of her second cum in a few minutes.

She must have blacked out a bit for in a few minutes she was bought back by a knock at the door asking if she was going to be much longer. She told her dad that she would be out shortly, and listened as he walked away. Her had still lay between her wildly spread legs she could feel the, almost, puddle that was on the rug beneath her. She started to wipe it up with her towel, but instead pulled her panties from her face and wiped up using them. Getting them even wetter. She stood up to get dressed but she decided that she would put on the same panties that had just turned her on so much. She left the bath room in a mess and smelling like a whore house, but she did not really care right then.

She went to her room and heard her dad go into the bath room. He was not in there too long, like he sometimes was. She was just getting out of her room to get a bite to eat when he was coming out. His face was a bit red, like he had been exercising. He was wearing a tee shirt and a pair of light running shorts. It was as she was noticing the short that her eyes widened. The front of his shorts had a HUGE bulge in them. It looked to her like he was trying to sneak out of the bath room with a bottle of her shampoo down the front of his shorts. She looked again at his face and he was even a darker shade of red. He quickly excused himself and pushed beside her in the hall. As he passed behind her, she pushed back a bit. As he was turned sideways to get past her, the result of this was his hard cock rubbing right across her ass.

He paused for a second feeling the pleasure of the contact. So that it did not seem strange he reached around his daughter as if to give her a hug from the back side. He nuzzled in close to the back of her neck to give her a small kiss. Sue-Ann took this as a clue that he was enjoying the feel of her ass. She moved a bit to the left and felt his hardness press the damp panties in the crevice of her ass. She pressed back more and felt her cheeks wrap around his cock, in much the same way as his arms were around her. She squeezed her cheeks tight enjoying the feeling. Then she got a surprise and his cock pulsed back to her ass. She squeezed again, and he pulsed again.

Tom still had his head on her shoulder nibbling on her neck. His mind went totally blank at the first movement of her ass that settled his hard cock in to the crack of her ass. As she squeezed his mind was only thinking of the pleasure he was getting. Suddenly she rose up on her toes a bit, and then slid back down. He could feel the pressure building deep in his balls. He felt his hands leave their spot on her belly and move to strip her panties off so that he could impale her on his cock that she had got so hard. As his hands touched the waist band of those wet little panties, , , , , , His mind snapped out of the sexual fog it had been in.

In a much rougher manner then he intended he pushed her forward and almost ran down the hall way.

Sue-Ann stood there for a second in a bit of a haze and some shock. The haze from her continued sexual arousal, then shock form how abrupt her dad had pushed her away. The Haze had won the battle of wits, if her dad had pushed her panties down; she would not, could not have resisted him. So great was her heat. As she walked in the bath room she could feel her pussy juice dripping down her leg. She could smell that smell of arousal once again.

She sat in the bath room for a while, trying to sort out her thoughts. Her dad was in his bedroom doing the same thing. She thought that perhaps he was mad at her for acting like such a total slut. She went to his bed room door, knocking softly. He told her to come in. As soon as she saw him sitting there, his hardness still clearly visible in his little running shorts. She burst into tears for being such a slut and causing her dad such discomfort. That is what she was really crying about but she told him it was her injury. She ran to his arms and into his lap.

The rest of that day’s event you already know.

Chapter 3

Tom was down that hall lying in his bed. The TV was on with the local 10:00 news going on about the latest crime spree that was going on in town. He was not paying much attention. He was slowly stroking his cock thinking back on the day’s events. This seemed to be a daily thing for him.

He had come home from a long day at work; made even longer by the extra two hours on the way home, suck on the highway behind a wreck. It is one thing if you plan on a trip of three hours, it is very different if you plan on one hour and it becomes three. He had stopped on his way and got a large soda to drink on the way. At the one hour point he had finished the drink. Now he had to wait in line for two more hours. The full pressure of that soda on his balder was painful (with FULL being the key part of that phrase.)

When he finally got to his two story home and parked in the garage, he burst in the door and ran up to the bath room off the master bed room. The door to the hall way was shut but he did not even notice it much. He ran into his room unzipping his pants and pulling them down as he ran into the bath room. He had pulled his boxers down and turned the corner to the private area where the bowel sat, he ran smack into Sue-Ann’s ass. She was bending over taking her panties off from the day. She had run a hot bath to soak away the pains of her practice.

He automatically reached out to grab her to keep her from falling face first into the toilet. The first place his hands went was on her hips on either side. All this really did was wrap her ass checks on either side of his now hardening cock. She let out a squeak, but he thought it did not sound like she was startled by it all, and it was really not a cry out in pain. He knew that cry but what was it? He thought back to what that sounded like. It suddenly hit him. . . .That is the small gasp of pleasure that her mom makes as he first sinks his hard cock in to her wet pussy.

He steadies his daughter on her feet apologizing for bumping into her. As soon as he felt she was steady he took a step back. Surprised that she also took a step in the same direction, keeping his hardness trapped. She giggled softly. He Apologized again and told her “honey if I don’t let all this pee out I am going to explode!! Please excuse me.” In a flash he had decided to sit on the toilet rather than stand, there was no way he would be able to aim the flow with this stiff pipe.

She stepped to the side as he pushed past her and sat down. She stood there right in front of him looking at his hard cock as he turned to sit down. He winced a bit as he bent it down to get under the seat. Still she stood there. He looked up and saw her hot athletic legs. She had no hair at all on her pussy; it was as smooth as it was many years ago when he had to change her diaper. There was no noticeable slit really, just the tightest of lies dividing the two mounds of flesh. She was leaning a bit on her right foot causing her hips to push over to the left. This also tightened up her stomach which was a flat as he had ever seen on any one, guy or girl; her chest rose and fell rapidly with her heavy breathing. Her small breasts tipped with dark red nipples moving with her chest. He noticed her nipples were what he would call an “angry” red, and stood up about a half an inch. The areolas around the nipples also were standing up but at a more sloping way. Making the tips of her breast look like a mound of ice-cream with a pencil erasers on top. As HE continued his scan of his beat full daughter he looked up higher and was then looking her right in the eyes. She giggled softly, and then looked down at the floor. He continued to look at her face, and he noticed that her eyes were looking up through her eyelashes in one of the sexiest sites he had ever seen. His still hard cock throbbed under the rim of the seat. Without thinking about it his had had wrapped his hand around his hardness. He was not stroking it up and down like some out of control teenager, but he was squeezing it tight and then releasing it, right below the head, milking it was maybe the best way to describe it.

His lovely daughter shifted on her legs, drawing his attention south. Her slit was no longer tightly pressed together; it gaped a bit in the middle. In that small gap he could see a hint of red, moist flesh. He wondered if she had a clit like he moms, it was the most amazing he had ever seen, even in porno pictures. It was just almost two inches long and stood out like a tiny cock when she was aroused. He remembered how he would spend ages sucking on that clit, sometimes he wondered if he had a bi streak he liked sucking it so much. A sudden feeling of guilt hit him with this memory of his wonderful wife.

After what seemed to be forever he cleared his throat and looked up at her face again. “Dear I am not used to peeing in front of a beautiful audience. If you will excuse me I can finish up my business and get out of your way.” He said with a big smile.

She blushed and said she was sorry then turned on her heals, walked around the corner and stepped into the tub of hot water. The tub was a jetted garden type tub and had three small steps up to the side and then two steps down into it. Tom looked up in the mirror to watch that hot ass as she walked up the stairs. As she stepped into the tub he got the answer to his question about how similar she was to her mom; he could clearly see a large clit, red and glistening with moisture, pushing out at the top of her slit.

Tom shook his head to try and get the images of his nude step daughter out of his mind. . Eventually the pressure of the bladder won over the pleasure of his lust and the urine began to flow. As he finished and went to stand up, he reached down to pull up his pants. A thought hit him, why bother? He was only going into his room to take them off again. He kicked off his shoes and then kicked free of his pants and boxers. The thought of his daughter once again seeing him nude, brought life back to his cock. Within seconds it was playing peek-a-boo out of the tails of his dress shirt. He looked into the mirror and gasped out loud at what he saw. There was his daughter sitting on the edge of the tub, legs spread wide, and three fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. Her other hand would switch from pulling on a nipple to stroking her clit.

As Tom stood there watching her, his hand moved to stroke his cock. This time his hand had a mind of its own, and he was stroking like some out of control teenager. He pulled his eyes off his daughter’s busy fingers and wet pussy, and looked up to her face. She was staring at him in the mirror, just like he was watching her. His cock throbbed in his hand knowing that she was watching him and getting aroused by it all. He heard a low voice. It was Sue-Ann; but what had she said? He looked at her lips hoping to read them as they spoke this time. She spoke out again, in a voice thick with lust; “Please come over here and watch me daddy and show me what you are doing.”

Ever so slowly he stepped around the corner as if he were in some trance. He looked down on the floor to see where her panties in a heap. He noticed that the crotch of them was noticeably darker in color then the rest, with a bit of a glossy shine to them. It hit him that they were moist from her excitement. He had stopped moving to look at them, as he pulled his eyes away from them he saw a flicker of movement. His hand, of its own accord, had wrapped around his stiff cock and was stroking slowly up and down. He took another step and was now fully in view of the tub. He looked over toward the tub, first seeing his daughter’s thin foot with blue painted toe nails. Her toes were curling tight then loosening up some, then tight again. As he looked higher her leg muscles were doing the same thing, only with the tightening the leg would move slightly closer to its twin, and then relax to splay open. The mussels of her thighs flexing like that were a thing of true beauty. He stroked a bit faster on his hard cock.

As he arrived at the junction of her thighs not only could he see her fingers rapidly thrusting deep in her hot pussy, he could hear it, and smell it too. She had her right hand buried three fingers deep in her pussy. The only finger left on the outside, her pinky, slipped up and down across her tightly puckered anus. Her left hand arrived at her hairless pussy at that moment . . . to pull a bit on the hood covering her clit, exposing that aroused girl cock to his view. It was not as big as her mother’s, but it was going to be in a few months. Pausing she took her thumb and index finger, stroking her clit like it was a cock. In fact she was matching his rhythm stroke for stroke, with the counter point of her fingers going in and out.

The both were silent, caught up in their own pleasure, the pleasure of the action in front of them, and the pleasure of showing off for the other.

Suddenly Sue-Ann screamed out, her entire body tightening. Her toes curled up until Tom thought they might never release. Her back arched pushing her big nipples and tiny tits toward the sky. Tom looked down and saw her pussy was several shades darker. And there was a thick juice in a long string hanging from his daughter’s wrist. As she let out another loud gasp, he saw the liquid shoot from her pussy and land on his leg and foot. A third spasm hit her, and he could not take any more. With a loud grunt he shot a load of cum, the likes of which he had not seen since he was a teenager. The first large blast hit his lovely daughter right between her tight tits, and started running south. The next, which felt as strong as the first to him, came on the up stroke and this hit her right in the mouth and chin. Seeing his cum dropping from her face spurred him on to another blast. That one too hit her in the mouth, just as she opened it and stuck her tongue out.

As his cum shot into her mouth, the taste so excited her that she was cumming again. She could feel the hot liquid burning a small trail down her chest to her pussy, as if it had a mind of its own to find her cunt. There was an awkward silence that hung in that small bath room. Both people’s eyes burned with a fire of passion from deep within them. The steam adds to the atmosphere, and in that stem was the scent of sexual arousal that mode their nostrils flare as they waited for their breathing to return to normal levels. “Normal” there was word that would never describe their relationship, but maybe it never did.